68 HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 



The fair one from Boxted, how well she is dres'd, 

 She e'er holds her own with those that go best, 

 She sits like a workman on that bonny black steed, 

 On him, of a pilot she cannot have need. 



From Shoebury, too, comes a Gunner's fair wife, 

 Who verily rides as if no care in life 

 Could stop her from jogging- some miles on to cover, 

 To join the pursuit of the little Red Rover. 



Another I see, on a raw three year old, 



Methinks she must be a trifle too bold, 



Yet she has such fine hands, and a beautiful seat. 



That to see her on horseback is really a treat ; 



Better known, perhaps, in show yards than at side of 



the cover — 

 She is equally good at one or the other. 



On a prize-taking cob, whose colour is bay. 

 Comes a lady who has ** gone " very well in her day; 

 With a ** Helm " for her pilot, she sailed gaily along. 

 But now she declares " that her nerve is quite gone." 



The sterner sex now let us try to describe, 

 They are, I confess, a most numerous tribe; 

 Well mounted are most, on a good useful hunter — 

 A man in this country must not be a funker. 



There's the son of the Laird of Thorndon's fair park. 

 He is keen for the sport from morning till dark. 

 For his ancestry ever were fond of the chase, 

 And the staunchest of friends to the sly vulpine race. 



Old Belhus, too, sends us a sportsman as keen, 

 His family, too, of the Hunt have e'er been 

 The strongest supporters. Mind, go to the Sale 

 If you wish to be carried in Down land or Vale. 



The Squire of Runwell — his covers ne'er fail 

 A good fox to provide for the Hanningfield vale — 

 He's a marvellous man to of Charles get a view, 

 And many a fox his view halloo must rue. 



